Sometimes I wake myself up in the middle of the night from laughing. My husband calls them laughmares.

Some people talk in their sleep, others sleep walk. I laugh. I’m usually laughing so hard I can’t even say what I’m laughing at. Which obviously makes me laugh harder.

My most recent laughmare is probably my most memorable, and also happens to be the most ridiculous.

So the dream starts out with me, my husband, and my husband’s brother driving our car to a gas station. I guess we are going on some sort of road trip or something.

Then a car full of dudes, in a big truck, rolls up next to us. For some reason they don’t like us and they start yelling things at us and throwing things at our car. I don’t really know what they are saying, but I know it isn’t good.

So my husband and his brother get out and start yelling back at them. All of a sudden I yell, “Stop! I know what to do.”

We wait in our car until they leave and we follow them. The dudes in the truck turn into a fast food drive through line and are waiting at that little intercom thing to place their order. As they are waiting I secretly tip toe up to the side of their window and deliver the best, most offensive comeback ever.

“Your Momma’s so fat she uses bread for eyelashes.”

​And then I woke up in uncontrollable laughter. Totally normal.

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I'm Jackie, an artist, illustrator, and friend to ghosts, monsters, and aliens. This blog is full of DIY projects, stories, and things I think are cool. Stay weird.